Tang Ming hadn't expected Li Xiaoli to carry a Desert Eagle with her. Was this girl trying to defy the heavens?
"Scram," Li Xiaoli slowly raised her hand and pointed the gun at the bald man.
"Bad moods make my hand slippery, and if someone gets shot accidentally, don't blame me."
"Big sis, stay calm, don't point that thing at me, I'm wrong, I'm scramming now,"
The bald man dodged the muzzle while backing away in terror, and in the blink of an eye, he ran off without a trace.
"Xiaoli, why did you bring it out?" Liu Mengting and Tang Ming asked in puzzlement as they watched Li Xiaoli put away the gun.
"Hehe, didn't Big Brother Tang say he didn't want others to know he had regained his cultivation? Of course, I had to carry something for self-defense. I used this very thing to blow Yao Buji's head off," she chuckled.
Li Xiaoli grinned and proudly said, "You see, this time I scared off those bad guys without Big Brother Tang having to lift a finger. How awesome is that?"
